We're flying back to Seattle "after" the cruise. Gonna spend a week sightseeing the area and hopefully meeting some friend's.. ie; Bernd asked if we could meet some COG Friends while he's in the area. Gary, {being a good friend of Bernd/Anette,,,} opted to set up a gathering.. On the invite, it mention's that a Texan will be there too. {Guess who}

Well, it started as a nice 2 lane road, paved. Then that dreaded yellow sign "pavement ends". So I scrolled through my GPS and seen that the next waypoint was about a mile ahead. I looked at the gravel road, analyzed the conditions, and said yeah, I can go one mile on that. Next intersection, same thing. So I continued on. After the third waypoint, now getting 3 miles into the boonies, the road conditions turned to crap, and I quickly found myself heading up an incline, that was rutted up from erosion, traction control yelling at me... "slow down". But dang it, I couldn't slow or stop, or it would have been disastrous. Thinking back to my dirt biking days and allowing the bike to do what it needed, and I was more like a jockey. I made it up the hill, and the road was now a two track, with grass between the two. Finding a place to turn around was next to impossible. Next waypoint... 2 miles... I can do this, I got this now. Soon after that, a tree was across the road. Sounds easy, right. Wrong! Now I'm on a slight incline, still a two track road. I slowly manage to make a 10 point turn while trying to keep the bike on the "road". On the last portion of the turn around, I allowed my front tire to get in the tall grass on the side of the road. Unknowning that there was a small stick laying there and that was causing my tire to slide further off towards the ditch, instead of rolling over and onto the hard pack surface. By the grace of God, I completed the turnaround and now had my bike pointed towards pavement, which was miles away. Yeah, now I had to navigate down that rutted hill etc... While the entire time, I hearing banjos playing. To say the least, I was overjoyed to see blacktop again. Note to self.... When going on a route that Gumby recommends, turn off traction control

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover – Mark Twain.

Bob knows from being an AD how the system works....... sorta... though the system isn't actually set in stone. But there is a need for long range on stuff. I can safely say, I do not even have a clue where the 2022 National is going to happen. But that's about how far out you need to be thinking if you think a thread here has a chance at influencing the location. Just sayin'.

If you wanna start in on 2019 or 2020, it'd be fun trying to guess those too.

But I live in Texas in July... it's August that makes me wanna put on my refrigerated underwear go to the beach.

I don't think the Interim "interim" lasts that long... It'll be your turn and then I'm going off on a motorcycle goofing around.... We could have it at Shane's Rib Shack and the Motel 6 in McDonough with speed laps at Hampton Speedway...